Lilacs are my favorite flower. The smell is pure heaven and a fleeting middle-late May bloom. I spend a pleasant day on my rocking chair, reading, writing and rocking outside all while inhaling lilac. Ahh. Enjoy the poem.
Sitting with Lilac
Sitting with Lilac perfection
listening to the breeze
through applauding poplar leaves,
to birds calling Marco Polo,
to bees at work.
Inhale the sweet smell of May ending,
of June beginning
purple flowers brushed against my Shakti*
pulling down the magic of new leaves
into my being
younging me through the power of Yoni*.
*Shakti = divine energy
*Yoni = procreative energy
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